It’s been a year of unbelievable poignance and I understand that we have grown apart already. Yearning to escape from depression was a battle between keeping my senses alive, and throwing my life in a crash. The pattern of waking up every morning as though the day is not promising any good thing has been a road paved with painful potholes; I had no choice but to pass through all of it, in hope of getting better in time. It’s true that too much damage has been made; and my relationship with you gave evidence to my vulnerability. It has proven that we’re better being friends. Our friendship has been marred by my naive, foolish, and overpowering emotions. And though it’s complicated, I’ve already dropped off the need to know the real reason why we parted ways. You’ll remain to be an awfully, beautiful experience of love, sacrifice and forgiveness for me. You’ll stay on being a lesson I have to be reminded of from time to time. Thank you, still. And now I can kiss the lingering heartache goodbye.